Grace

It is not because of anything in them But because of boundless grace You have to fix your hope up above; Faith occupies the position of a challenge Grace is the fountain & the stream Faith is the aqueduct along the flood Mercy then flows down to refresh the common souls of men Hoping someday soon all would understand Those who hope to be saved by trying their best will confess its mess They know nothing of the growing process That hallowed warmth To face the sun left behind in truth many blind No silver spoon nor mere fancy wit too soon its blade Such as a potter's vessel when it is broken inside its wheel ~ No sense of magic wand nor chosen vice Some may equate reason for mere solitude Others having rejected the full extent in homily to let it be Yet grace is the first & lasting faith Moving cause of salvation Never make a Christ out of your faith In times or moments of pierced skulls abroad Grace in moments of dire sadness Grace in pious holding together its madness